All language subtitles for Without.a.Trace.S06E01.Lost.Boy.WEBRip.x264-ION10

VIVIAN:
Todd, we're looking

for a girl from your church--
Jennifer Long.

I don't know anybody
by that name.

ELENA:
Todd's real name
is Bradley Foster.

He's been convicted
of lewd acts

with a minor.

He's dead.

Jennifer.

Did we ever get any
traction on this girl?

A girl matching
her description

works at the diner
where Foster was shot.

JACK:
She might have been
his next victim.

(singing in foreign language,
crowd cheering)

Sorry.
That's okay.

So how long have you
been involved in
the cultural center?

Ever since my wife Kate and I

adopted our son Elijah
from the Sudan.

We believe it's important,
not only for Elijah

but for all the Sudanese
people living in New York,

to have a sense of community,

and the cultural center
provides that.

There's been a lot of criticism

about you and your wife Kate
adopting your son

solely for publicity purposes.

How do you respond to that?

You know, we saw an opportunity

to give our son Elijah
a better life and we took it.

Certainly nothing
to be ashamed of there.

All right, I
think that's it.
Okay.

Take care.

Hey, baby.

Hey, beauty, what you doing?

I'm just heading to bed.

How'd he go down?

Well, I gave him Mr. Lion
about ten minutes ago

and he's been quiet since,
so keep your fingers crossed.

I will.

Elijah?

What's going on?

Elijah!

Hey, Elijah.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Hey, you!

Where you going?
Come here, come here.

Okay, come on, bedtime.

What are you doing

All right,

I got him.

Come on.

Hey, Jay,

did you leave the gate open?

No.

He was on the stairs.

Jay forget to close
that gate again?

We'll talk about it later.

All right, you sure you're okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Okay, look, I got
to stop by the club later,

so I'll be home around 3:00.

I love you.

I love you, too.

Bye.

I didn't leave
the gate open,

okay?

Yeah, I know.

I just got scared, okay?

I'm sorry.

See you, tough guy.

Bye-bye.
Yeah, tough guy.

Come on.

No more drama tonight,
okay?

Okay.
Okay.

Hmm.
Mm.

Malone.

Where are you?

In the park.

Really?

Yeah, my doctor gave me
a choice between

taking blood pressure medication
or walking to work every day.

I chose fresh air.

And how's that working for you?

Unclear.

Good. Well,
here in the land of work,

we have a missing four-year-old.

Parents are celebrities.

Oh, yeah

The dad's a big
hotel and club owner,

Christopher Douglas.

His wife Kate's an ex-model.

The address is 535 Rivington,

and Samantha's
on her way there now.

Oh, yeah

Well, I'm still trying
to track down that waitress

who was one of
Bradley Foster's targets.

She hasn't returned
any of my calls,

and her car
has just shown up stolen.

You think Foster

has an accomplice?

I'm not sure.

I just need to talk
to this waitress Angela,

so I can hopefully
put this case to bed.

Would you excuse me
for a moment?

Find out anything?
Uh, well, Mrs. Douglas

put the baby down around
9:00 p.m.; she went to bed.

Her husband came in around

3:00 a.m.;
he went to bed.

His 14-year-old son

from a previous marriage
was staying here, also asleep.

No one saw or heard
anything unusual.

Place like this
has got to have an alarm.
But Mrs. Douglas
doesn't like

to set it when her husband's
coming in late,

because the beeping
wakes the baby.

Find out who has
an intimate knowledge

of their routine.

I'll check outside.
All right.

SAMANTHA:
Is there anybody who had access
to your daily schedule?

Staff, personal assistant?

CHRISTOPHER:
Nobody who would have done
something like this.

So whoever this was

was listening
to everything
we talked about?

JACK:
Mm-hmm.

The signal was
pretty clear.

How long have they
been down there?

It's hard to tell,
but some of the magazines

dated back a couple of months.

Given what we found
downstairs,

I'd say that we were
dealing with a stalker.

Have either of you had
a problem with anyone lately?

Oh, my God.

The guy in the taxi.

What guy?
It was Tuesday,

and I had just taken Elijah
to the doctor for his cough.

Taxi.

Can I give you a hand?

Uh, no,
I got everything, thanks.

How's he feeling?

Excuse me?

Y-You were just coming
from the pharmacy, right?

Yeah.
Does he have that cough
going around?

You know, I would try
eucalyptus oil rub.

I find it's very effective.

Okay. I haven't tried that.

Thanks.
Yeah, no worries.

Oh, uh,

address is 535 Rivington.

Have a great day.

And you never saw
this man again?

No.
We get letters

from these kinds of guys
all the time.

Any of them threatening
towards your son?

No. It's just usually
obsessed-fan kind of stuff.

We give it to our lawyer.

She decides whether it
needs to go to the police.

We're gonna need to see them.

What do we do now?

Sit tight.

We're expecting a ransom call
at some point.

But until then,
we're doing

everything we can to find him.

WOMAN:
It's not like Angela

to just not show up.

She's never missed
a day of work before.

When was the last time
you saw her?

Actually, the night you called

looking for her,
like, two weeks ago.

I gave her the message,
and that was it-- but...

it's weird she didn't call,

you know,
at least for her check.

Do you remember
the guy that was killed?

Yeah, Todd.

Now, do you remember if he ever
came in here with anyone else?

He had a buddy, a guy named Joe.

Took a real shine
to Angela.

:
Now, now,

eyes above the
headlights, please.

Well, you can't blame a guy.

:
No blame, just shame.

Do I hear a little Texas
in there?

Will it affect my tip

if I say yes?

I don't know, maybe.
Where you from?

I was born

near Galveston.

But I wasted most of
my 20s in El Paso.

I know it, I know it well.

:
I got two ex-wives out there.

Well, that beats
my one ex-husband.

You, uh, you got
any family out here?

No.

Why, you looking to play house?

See?

What did I tell you?

She's a riot.

Now, you mentioned
this Joe was wearing

a cleaning uniform--
did you see if he was

driving a van?
Yeah, from the cleaning company.

I saw it the night
I told Angela

you were looking for her.

I'd already put
the "Closed" sign out front.

He saw it and kept on going.

Do you think you could
describe him to a sketch artist?

Sure. My shift's over
in half an hour.

I'll wait.

Malone.

VIVIAN:
Hey!

I need a favor.

I think we were right

about Bradley Foster
having an accomplice.

So if I send you a sketch,

could you get Jen Long
to make an I.D.?

I'll give it a shot, but
the last time I talked to her

she didn't seem
to remember much.

Well, considering
what she's been through,

it's probably for the best.

Okay, I'll see what I can do.

MARTIN:
Hey, Jack.

I think we got a hit on
the guy from the boiler room.

We pulled his prints
off the baby monitor.

Some of them turned up on the
letters that were sent to Kate.

Name's Dwight Feeney.
27, no record.

We're bringing
him in now.

Okay. Can't wait.

Where's the kid, Dwight?

What kid?

The kid that you kidnapped.

Their kid, Elijah.

I absolutely do not know
what you are talking about.

Then let me clarify.

You're a loser
obsessed with a model

who camped out
in her boiler room

and listened to her
conversations

over a baby monitor.

Look, I admit
I have feelings for Kate,

but I didn't touch
that little thing.

If you're interested
in who would hurt him,

I may be able to help.

JAY:
You never said
I had to watch him!

CHRISTOPHER:
Jay, all I'm asking is that
you just start to take

a little responsibility
around here, okay?

JAY:
Like what, parenting?

You're the one
who adopted him.
You watch your mouth!

No, I'm always third in line
around here!

It's Kate,
then Elijah, then me.

That is not how it is, Jay.

You know it's true.

I wish you'd left him in Africa.

I would check into that kid

before you start pointing
fingers at innocent people.

Innocent?

We've got you on
breaking and entering,

stalking, and
that baby monitor

is good enough for
an illegal wire tap.

And I'm still not convinced
you didn't hurt that kid.

You're wasting your time.

All right, thanks.

So Kate's stalker alibis out.

He was on duty at
a security job all night.
Yeah?

And I think he may be
right about Jay.

He went to return a DVD
about an hour ago,

and no one's seen him since.

Now these are his recent emails.

Come here,
check this out.

Take a look at this one.

Where is it?

Here we go.
"If you want Elijah,

here's how to find him."

Who's the recipient?

I'm still trying
to figure that out.

But look at this attachment.

The family's itinerary
for the week.

Yeah, who needs

a baby monitor when you know
their schedule?

Let's run this kid's
credit card and ATM.

If he's on the run,
he's going to need cash.

You got it.

Have you seen this boy?

Excuse me, have you
seen this boy?

Have you seen this boy?

He bought a bus ticket here

ten minutes ago
with a credit card.

Oh, the bus here,
the bus here.

Martin! Martin!

Hey! Stop the bus!

FBI!

Stop the bus!
Stop the bus!

FBI!

Thank you.

All right, everybody, listen up.

FBI, just stay in your seats.

Where's Elijah?
I don't know.

You better tell me where he is
or I'm going to throw you

out the window myself.

I don't know.

I didn't want it to happen.

I don't care
what you say he did,

you're not talking
to my son without a lawyer.

All right, well,
if you want Elijah back,

you need to let us
talk to him.

I just talked
to him, okay?

And it's nothing.
He was pissed at me

so he sold the itinerary
to a photographer

so he could get a Nintendo
that I said he couldn't have.

The guy wanted some
street shots of us.

Jay panicked, thinking somehow
he got Elijah kidnapped.

Who is this photographer?

His name is Goran Stanka.

He works outside of my club

all the time.

I'll check it out.

I'm telling you...

Stanka didn't have
anything to do with this.

And neither did Jay.

You seem pretty sure about that.

I just don't want you
guys wasting your time.

Why would you think
we were wasting our time?

A couple of months ago
I received a letter

from a man claiming
to be Elijah's

biological father.

I didn't know what to do.

So I referred it to my lawyer.

But this guy would
not let it go.

:
Did you get my letter?

Sorry?

My name is Isaac Gahran.

I believe I sent you
a letter a month ago.

What can I do for you?

As I stated before,
I am the boy's father.

I went to fight in the war

and I left my son
at a refugee camp

after his mother died
from disease.

When I came back
I was told

that he was sent
to the United States.

And now he's with you.

I have his birth papers.

And I will submit DNA
for testing if you wish.

The adoption agency told us

both of his parents had died.

This kind of miscommunication
is typical in the camps.

It is a beautiful name
you have chosen.

Elijah.

What do you want?

I want what's right.

Is there any
particular reason

you didn't tell us about
this in the beginning?

Well, you said
that some stalker

was hanging out
in our boiler room

and it had nothing
to do with this guy.

Look, I know
that I screwed up.

That's why I'm
telling you this now.

What is it you're
trying to cover up?

Like what?

Like an illegal adoption.

No, absolutely not.

Look, I know how it
looks in the papers.

A couple of rich jerks,
they fly their private jet,

waltz over to Africa
and they hand pick a kid.

But nobody knows what we
went through before Elijah.

Kate and I tried to have
a child for years.

She had four miscarriages.

The last one
nearly did us in.

She couldn't leave
the house for weeks.

She was five months pregnant.

And then Elijah,
he changed all that.

This kid, he's such
a force of life,

he's so happy.

I wasn't going to let anybody
take that away from us.

So your wife has no idea
about this Sudanese guy?

No, she doesn't.

I wanted to protect her

after all she'd
been through.

How much did you pay him?

:
$50,000.

Any word from Sam yet?

Yeah, Goran Stanka
alibis out for last night.

What about Isaac Gahran?

I'm checking with
the Sudanese consulate

to see if they can help,

but I think we
may have some luck

with the Douglas' housekeeper.

She was mugged last week

and the house keys
were in her purse.

And she didn't tell the family?

No, she was afraid of
getting fired.

Description?

Only that he was black.

Put out an APB

as soon as they
finish with the sketch.

All right, you got it.

Oh, and do me a favor.

Hold down the fort for an hour.

You can call me
if you need me.

Sure, everything okay?

Yeah, I've just got
to take care of some stuff.

See ya.

I like the new hair.

Yeah, I needed a change.

You want to talk about
how you're doing?

I don't go out much.

My mom says that I
watch way too much TV.

And it's good
to get some sun.

Not for me.

I don't want to ruin
this florescent light tan

I've got going on.

Another woman's gone missing.

If you can help us
identify this man,

we might be able
to find her.

When I woke up in the van
after they took me,

he was there.

Bitch!

Looks like we got a biter.

It's not funny, that
bitch scratched me.

So cut her nails
next time.

Look, I'm serious
as cancer.

You break her.

Or I will.

She won't be of use to anyone
when I'm done with her.

Listen up, sweetheart.

You touch me again,
I'll slit your throat.

You got it?

I'm really sorry.

Yeah.

Listen, if there's anything
that you can remember...

What kind of van it was,

where you drove, anything,
it would help us.

He had me blindfolded.

I remember a toll booth
on a bridge, though.

The fare was $4.50,
I think.

Well, that helps.

I don't want to keep
remembering.

ELENA:
Here you have it,

Isaac's sketch.

Thank you.

What's this?
Sam sent over

these photos that
the paparazzo took

the day the housekeeper
got mugged.

So we're hoping to get lucky.

Okay, these are the ones
from across the street.

This is Christopher
and Kate

walking to their car.
That's the housekeeper?

Mm-hmm.

Keep going.

Keep going.

Stop.

Who's that?

Go to the next one.

Let me enhance
the face.

Hmph.

That's our guy.

So Isaac not only
conned the dad,

but he took the kid to see
how much more he could get.

It's the gift
that keeps on giving.

Isaac Gahran,
or Isaac Mahi,

as he's known to his
coworkers at the pizzeria.

He got a
driver's license

in that name.
Born in Southwest

Sudan, came here
six years ago.

Refugee?

No. He was a soldier
with the SPLA.

He came in on
a German passport.

What's he been doing since?

Before the pizzeria,

he worked at an
adoption agency
as a translator

until they fired him

for trying to pull
another paternity scam.

Well, that explains how
he got to the Douglas'.

I don't think so.

They went through
a different
adoption agency.

I think he spotted them
at the cultural center.

Or he opened up a tabloid.

They made a big
deal out of it.

Made them an easy mark.

We have any idea
on a location?

Last known address
was an SRO in Brooklyn,

but he moved out
a couple of days ago.

Okay. I'll
see you inside.

All right.
Malone.

Hey, Jack, we got a hit
on that partial from

the pizza delivery truck.
Isaac Gahran?

No, no. It's not Gahran.
It belongs

to a 17-year-old Sudanese kid
named Luol Nimiera.

He came to the states

five years ago
with a group of orphans

known as the
Lost Boys of the Sudan.

Left their villages

after they were wiped out
by the militia.

We have an address?

Yeah. He lives with
a foster family in Astoria,

but they haven't
seen him in days.

This the foster family,

do they know anything
about this Isaac character?

No. Just that they were friends.

Okay, I want you
to pull up Luol's phone records.

The Sudanese community
is pretty tight-knit.

Somebody there will know him.

Detective Morris,
Special Agent Johnson.

Thank you for coming.

Oh, it's my pleasure.
Any luck finding

the waitress?

No, but Jen Long confirms

that Joe Giusti was
Foster's accomplice.

I have a theory on their MO,
if you're interested.

I'd love to hear it.

I've got three
other victims,

found in foreclosed homes
in depressed areas.

Now, the banks are desperate
to unload these places,

but they're not exactly
hot properties, right?

So our guys swoop in

offering six months rent
up front in cash,

the bank jumps,
it's a done deal.

Okay, so the bank
gets the money,

no questions, and they get
all the privacy they need.

Exactly. I want you to start

digging up foreclosures
in areas off bridges

matching the toll
your victim Jen mentioned.

See if something pops.

KATE:
Shouldn't there be

a ransom call by now,
or a letter or something?

Mrs. Douglas, why don't
you take a seat?

Typically, yes,

but in these situations,
there are no set rules.

I feel like I'm going crazy.

I feel like this
isn't even real.

All right, listen.
The best thing you can do--

the best thing
all of us can do--

is stay focused
on finding Elijah.

I'm going to ask you

a few questions about the man

in this photograph.

That's... that's the shy boy
from the cultural center.

All right, let's get
you all cleaned up.

All right, Picasso?

Come on.

No, no.

Excuse me.

Excuse me, sir.
What are you doing?

I'm very sorry.

I work here.
I dropped the paint.

Forgive me, please.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

You didn't do anything.

I... I apologize.

What is your name?

Luol.

Luol. Nice to meet you.

I'm Kate, and this is Elijah.

Elijah? Hello, Elijah.

Hi.

The mask

he is painting is Dinka. No?

Yes.

Elijah was born
to a Dinka tribe

in southern Sudan.
I am Dinka, as well.

Oh. You hear that, Elijah?

Yes.

Luol is a fellow countryman.

Well, I must go.

The other children

are running
out of paint.

Um... Luol?
Yes?

Yeah. I think
it's really important

that Elijah get a sense
of his homeland.

Maybe you could tell him
a few stories

sometime.

He is too little for all that.

Um...

All of my stories are filled
with lions and crocodiles.

Grr!

It was very nice to meet you.

Likewise,

Luol.

He was just so gentle
with Elijah.

And the way that he
looked at him... I don't know.

It was... It was like
they were connected.

Do you keep your house keys

in your purse?
Yeah. Why?

Because I'm willing to bet
that's what he was looking for.

You interrupted him.

Plan B was mugging
your housekeeper.

You know, Christopher and I...

we fell in love with the Sudan.

The music, the art, the people.

I wanted Elijah
to experience it.

To be proud of it.

I don't know, there's just
also so much brutality there.

Maybe I should
have just kept him away.

ELENA:
These are Luol's
cell phone records.

Your number shows up

nearly 70 times, and the last

phone call he made,
it was to you.

It is as I said,
I know Luol from the center.

Nothing more.

Peter, we spoke to everybody
at the center.

You and Luol

walked from the Sudan
to a Kenya refugee camp

when you were
nine years old.

You've been to hell
and back together.

Did you have anything to do
with the kidnapping

of this child?

No, sir.

I'm in America for my
bright future, and that is all.

I'm not involved

in any of this.

Then you have nothing
to worry about.

All you have to do is
answer our questions.

What are you afraid of, Peter?

Maybe it is true
that Luol belongs in prison.

But he can't go home.

There is no home.

I tell you what, Peter.

I'll make a deal with you.

You tell us
what we want

to know, and I guarantee that
Luol will stay in this country.

I was cleaning up
at the center this morning.

Luol?

What happened to you?

Isaac caused an accident, Peter.

What?

Whose blood is that?
You must hide this.

I cannot.
What have you done?
I need you
to hide this.

Peter, I need you to help me,
please!

What did you do, Luol?

I need some money.

What?

How much?

$500. That will be enough.
Enough for what?

To go away.

Call the others,
see what you can find.

I will call you when it is safe.

I will call you

when it is safe.

And whose blood
was on the knife?

He would not tell me.

I hid the knife

in a storage closet
at the center.

Let me get ERT down there.

Okay.

Peter, I want you
to listen to me
very carefully.

Do you know where Luol went?

No.

And he has not called me yet
for the money.

Do you know where Isaac lives?

Yes.

Write.

FBI!

Looks like we got a ransom note.

Jack, come take
a look at this.

Welcome to America.

or where they
were going?

And can you tell
if any of the blood
belonged to Elijah?

We're still doing
a full check on the house

but, at this point, it appears

that Isaac's
the only victim.

ELENA:
Excuse me.

Luol just called Peter
for the money.

He wants to meet on 92nd Street
and Riverside Park.

Okay. Excuse me.

Freeze! FBI.

JACK:
I'm going to ask you

one more time.

Where is the boy?

Look at me when
I'm talking to you!

Where is the boy?!

Hey! I'm talking to you!

Please! I should
be put in a prison.

Now I will go. I will not argue.

You can forget
about prison.

I'm going to put you on the
first plane back to the Sudan,

and make sure you're
on the front lines
of that civil war.

Isaac was a soldier, right?

He was conditioned for violence.

I don't think you're like that.

I think you came here
to get away

from all of that.

And if you
did kill him,

I'm willing to bet
it was self-defense.

Isaac told me
the child was stolen

by this rich American family,

and that he knew

where the real parents
were in Africa.

I thought we were going
to reunite them.

But that was not
Isaac's true intention.

He's hungry.

So am I.

He needs food.

We should go
to the store.

He can eat that.

We cannot feed
him junk, Isaac.

It is all we have.

What is this?

A ransom note.

No! No, Isaac.

This is not
about money.

He belongs
with his real parents.

I'm sure they are long dead.

You said they were
still in Africa,

that we would return
the child to them.

You lied to me.

Come on, Luol. You're naive.

That note says you will kill him
if they do not pay.

It won't come
to that, my dear.

They bought him before.

They'll buy him again.

He's a favorite pet.
Why should we not get paid?

And what if you're wrong, Isaac?

What if you're wrong
and they refuse to pay?!

Then I'll mail the boy back
to them in tiny little pieces.

What do you think people back
home would say about you?

You have to forget
Africa, Luol!

You're in America now.

I had to protect the child.

And that's all we care about,
is the safety of that child.

He is safe where he is.

He's just a baby.

He's defenseless.

He can't take care
of himself.

If you help us find him,
we can protect him.

You understand?

You are with the government.

Why should I trust you?

Because the
government's job

is to protect its people.

And I'm going to do my best to
hold up my end of the bargain.

Where I come from, that is not
what a government does.

A government does not care
for a child.

Lu! Lu!

My father ran one way
and I ran another.

I do not know
what happened to him.

My brother...

I carried my brother

until the skin of my feet
wore off.

We ate berries

and sucked water
from the mud

until his stomach
started to hurt.

He died in my arms,
and then I put him down.

I left him on the ground.

I had to keep walking.

I wonder what future there is
with these things in my head.

Luol, listen to me.

Look at me.

Look at me.

This child doesn't have to die.

I will only speak
with his mother.

Okay.

At the camp in Kukoma,

they told us being in
America was like heaven.

They lied;
they told us to give us hope.

I mean you no disrespect, sir.

None taken.

Putting him behind bars seems
absolutely wrong on every level.

Mm-hmm.

You know, in my opinion,
Isaac orchestrated

the whole thing.

Luol did everything he could
to save that kid.

Sounds about right to me.

Hey, little man, you okay?

My name's Martin.
I'm a policeman.

Come on. Let's get you
out of here.

Are you hurt anywhere?

No? Okay, come on.

*

VIVIAN:
One of Joe's aliases

popped on a lease.

True to form,

he paid three months
in advance in cash.

Clear.

Clear.

Clear.

Oh, this doesn't add up.

Commercial-grade deadbolts

affixed to the outside
of multiple doors.

He spent some money here.

This is too organized.

This feels a lot bigger
than two perverts

getting their rocks off.